But if you’re that curious, I was a junkie. Lived on the streets, no family, no friends but my dealers. Something… new was out there on the streets. There was talk about some psychadelic thing Big Pharma was leaking out on the streets for testing. Leafy, lime green, supposed to give you the high of your life. Cheap.

I was curious. So I rolled it up in and decided to have a little taste myself…

And it killed me.

Big Pharma bagged me up and took my body in for testing, where they found out I was only sorta dead, not totally dead. And me being me, no family, no real identity, they kept me. Dissected me. Ran tests on my tissues.

They did a real number on me. Left me with nothing. Reduced me to slime… but I didn’t die. I was immortal; biologically immune to aging, resistant to all foreign chemicals, and resistant to damage to a ridiculous degree.

But, eventually, the decades wore on, and I was becoming more of a money sink than a solution. So they decided to just shoot me into space where I wouldn’t be anyone’s problem…

So I just broke out.

No one can stop me. No one.

My Appearance

AIN’T I GORGEOUS?!

Or is this more your thing?

Inventory

Muh Bodeh Is B-E-A-Utiful. It is resistant to all forms of damage, is stronger than most anything, quicker than a bolt of lightning on crack cocaine, and anything I can imagine, I can make out of ME.

I’m super bouncy, flame retardant, basically living anti-freeze, don’t conduct electricity, and even if I’m physically destroyed, I just come back anyway b/c I wanna and you can’t make me do anything I don’t wanna.

Or basically OP AF. Gitgud.

My Secrets Are...

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{OOC: CHARACTER IS INTENTIONALLY BROKEN/OP/UNFAIR. JUST AN EXPERIMENT. NOT MEANT TO BE TAKEN WHOLLY SERIOUSLY}